“What? Where are we?” asked Belyn, absently scratching his beard and looking around at the tent they were in. The dark material looked oppressive despite the cheery little fire, dancing oblivious to its" potential audience. They were clearly not barred from going out, as Belyn demonstrated by jumping up and almost bounding through the gap on the far side. Keldron followed warily. With what had happened to him still in the back of his mind, he was loath to trust to anything. He knew that what he had experienced was crucial but he did not know how he came to be here. Keldron noticed that the wagon was near their tent, but the horses were missing.
“These people certainly choose their spots, Kel. Look.”
Keldron took in the sight around their tent. They were in a natural hollow that led up to
